Chapter 177: The Netherworld Legion revives once more; the three great families' thousand-year effort is wasted!

Cybertron.

Decepticon base.

Megatron's crimson optical detector locked onto the image on the screen, and he pondered for a long time.

A low, metallic friction sound came from his speaker:

"Foolish carbon-based lifeforms."

"Such a low-level oversight won't really cause the army called Lu Fa to revive again, will it?"

Starscream came over beside him:

"Leader, I think it's very possible."

"Their genes are stored in that magic cube; as long as there's enough energy, their bodies can be reconstituted at any time."

Megatron let out a cold snort:

"If that's the case, then the millennia of effort by the three families' descendants on Earth, the countless lives sacrificed, would all be wasted because of a single thought of Li Haotian."

"Such foolishness is worse than even the lowest mechanical insects."

The accusations from the myriad realms surged like a tsunami.

The image on the screen suddenly shifted at that moment.

The originally bright background quickly darkened.

A low cello sound rose, like a death countdown.

Against the dark background, white subtitles slowly appeared.

【All fear stems from indulgence.】

【Due to Li Haotian's negligence, Lu Fa gained a chance to catch his breath.】

【Hiding in the darkness brought back a more violent counterattack.】

【The Netherworld Legion has finally revived once more.】

Boom!

The screen lit up.

Against the dark city backdrop, in the outskirts amidst the ruins, a fierce wind blew.

Purple-red lightning tore through the night sky.

The soil churned.

Clusters of dark purple energy light balls burst up from the ground.

The balls rapidly expanded in midair, pulling out tall, twisted humanoid outlines.

Metal skeletons reassembled, muscle fibers regenerated.

When the lightning flashed again, more than a dozen figures stood upon the ruins.

They were the elite of the Netherworld Legion.

But unlike a thousand years ago, their bodies were now covered in heavier biological armor bristling with spikes and dark gold patterns.

At the center.

A massive burst of red energy exploded.

Lu Fa reconstituted his true form.

The edges of his armor flickered with a bloodthirsty gleam.

Lu Fa snapped his eyes open, red light piercing the night.

He raised high the Thunderclap Absolute Command Sword in his hand.

Terrifying destructive lightning coiled around the blade.

"A thousand years of humiliation!"

Lu Fa's hoarse voice exploded across the night sky, carrying the madness and hatred suppressed for far too long.

"We crawled out of hell!"

"We haven't lost!"

Lu Fa pointed his long sword at the city lights ahead,

"Obey my command!"

"We will set sail again! Seize the three sets of Ares armor that belong to us! Take the Earth Energy Crystal!"

"Follow me... and slaughter our way back to Ares!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

More than a dozen armored Netherworld demons raised their demon blades simultaneously, letting out earth-shaking roars.

Cybertron.

Autobot base.

Optimus Prime's blue electronic eyes lit up, his voice steady yet grave:

"As expected. The worst case has happened. The Netherworld Legion has revived."

"Those three families on Earth have devoted countless efforts over a thousand years for this; what a shame!"

Bumblebee emitted two urgent electronic tones showing worry.

Decepticon camp. Megatron narrowed his eyes, his optical lens enlarging the screen's image to scan it.

"It's not just that simple a revival."

A hint of keen intuition for the strong slipped into Megatron's tone,

"Look at those monsters' surfaces. Their armor has mutated. They now have plated armor."

"Such defensive power and energy fluctuations exceed their pre-seal strength by more than one order of magnitude."

Weizhen Tian let out a cold laugh:

"That earthling personally cultivated a more terrifying opponent for himself."

The pictures on the sky-screen flashed by quickly, began to recap the later plot.

The narration sounded at the right moment.

【After the Underworld Army revived, it did not immediately launch a full-scale war.】

【Lufa absorbed the lessons of the early stage, chose to lurk, and used shadow power to strengthen his subordinates' armor.】

【The enemy sharpened their knives in the dark, becoming even stronger.】

【Meanwhile, the Armor Squad in the open had already fallen into the false peace of horses released to graze on the southern mountains.】

The scene cut to the city.

The sunshine was bright.

Xu Tingfei wore a well-tailored custom suit, sitting in the spacious chairman's office.

He held a glass of red wine, overlooking the traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The desk was piled with commercial documents after the reorganization of the Xu Shipping Group.

After Lufa's defeat, he took over the entire group in the posture of a victor, returning to the peak.

He was completely immersed in the thrill of expanding his business empire, the Flying Shadow Summoner tossed casually into a drawer corner, unnoticed by anyone.

Elsewhere.

Wu Gang stood on the summit of a scenic spot, backpack on, sunglasses on, taking a photo.

The scene flashed, and he was again seated at the finals of a major provincial esports tournament, his hands flying over the keyboard, enjoying the cheers of the audience below.

To him, the Vajra Armor seemed to have become merely a past game clearance record.

Everyone was celebrating the victory.

Everyone thought Lufa and the Underworld Army had been completely sealed.

Except Li Haotian.

The scene arrived at Happy Express Point.

In a dim room.

Li Haotian sat on the edge of the bed.

He wasn't wearing the delivery uniform, only a plain white T-shirt.

His eyes were bloodshot, with heavy dark circles underneath.

Li Haotian rubbed his face with both hands, his expression revealing undisguised panic and unease.

Since that day, when he didn't press the delete key and buried the magic cube containing Lufa's gene code in the suburbs, he has never slept well again.

He constantly felt a cold gaze staring at him from the darkness.

He constantly felt that something extremely terrible was about to happen.

This intuition was an alarm of the Sun-strange gene.

As expected.

The images on the sky-screen flowed.

One morning.

Li Haotian rode his motorcycle alone to the wasteland where he had originally buried the summoner.

He crouched under a dead tree and dug into the soil with his hands.

The soil was turned over.

An iron box was exposed underneath.

Li Haotian opened the iron box.

It was empty.

The Xingtian Armor Summoner that had originally been inside had vanished without a trace.

Boom!

Li Haotian felt a thunderclap explode in his mind.

He sprang to his feet, his body involuntarily swaying.

"It's gone..."

Li Haotian's breathing became rapid, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was extremely panicked.

That magic cube sealed all the Underworld Demons; if someone else got hold of it, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Li Haotian forced himself to calm down.

He began searching the surroundings for clues.

Near the burial site of the summoner, the soil bore chaotic small footprints.

Thus,

He followed the vine to the melon, tracing the footprints and nearby village surveillance, and found a child who often played around there.

(The author elbowed victory in the revival match, resumed updates, waiting for my backlog to explode with more chapters, next pot courtyard has a chicken)